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“You said I didn’t remember you, but I do. I remember you. And I know exactly who you are. You’re the dick who made me strive to be better just so I could say I’m the best farrier in town.”
“You’re the one who’s been under my skin since the very first time I met you. I liked you then, Noah. I did. And I like you now.”
“Against all goddamn sense and reason, you made me fall brim over boot, Noah King. And now I don’t know which way is up unless it’s with you.”
“I know you deep in my bones. And I was so fucking scared of that when you showed back up in town. Because I saw that man. I saw you, and you wouldn’t see me back.”
I drop down in front of Colton before I have the conscious thought to move. I clasp his face in my hands, and he latches on to my wrists, holding tight. “Fuck, Colt. I see you. I do.”
How did I ever think this man cold when he’s fire and heat beneath my fingertips?
hold out my hand. “Hi. I’m Noah King from Wyoming, and I’m a farrier. How about you?” Colton lets out a wet laugh, his hand clasping mine tight. “Colton Darling,” he says in kind. “Born and raised here in Montana. I’m a farrier, too. Small fucking world, huh?”
cute 🥰🥰
“Wanna come inside, Colton Darling? We could talk some. Get to know one another better.” His blue eyes shut for only a second, shoulders heaving in a sigh before he nods. “Yeah. I’d really like that.”
“Hold on now,” my dad says, resituating on the couch and clasping his hands in front of himself. “Noah, you ever seen a castration?”
NOT THIS AGAIN
“You’re mine, little Colt. Remember? You don’t get to run away from me ever again.” “Like I’d want to,” I breathe.
Remi’s gaze meets mine, and I understand instantly. Oakley. Lawson’s best friend moved down to Kansas a few years back.
book 3???? 🤪🤪🤪🤪
“Come on. Let’s saddle up, and I’ll tell you the story. You see, once upon a time, there was this stubborn mountain of a man and the most sunshiny newcomer you’ve ever met.”
“It’s a date,” I tell him, slipping my fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. A little smile lights Colton’s face as I tug him in close. “Caught you.”
I walk over to it, my fingers tracing along the top edges, across forget-me-nots and thorns and dainty leaves reminding me of so many summers past.
now— not the forget me nots….
Going down on my knees, I nestle the crown on top of his head, the size just right, the metal a bright contrast to the brown locks curling around his ears and against the nape of his neck.
Does he look like a king? I give him a smile, leaning down to press my lips to his. You look like you could be one.
“He has another appointment on Monday,” Noah reminds me, giving the back of my neck a squeeze. “He’ll be okay.” “I know,” I mutter. Walter is strong.
honestly so cute and soft to see them so domestic 3 years later and colton loving Walter too I’m just emo rn idk!!!!
And Lawson… Well, my oldest brother still lives in Darling, just not at the ranch any longer.
uh huh 🧐
Noah King of King Farrier Service formally announces his intent to win the…’” I cough roughly and try again. “‘…the hand of Colton Darling in loving matrimony. After all, everybody knows… Once you go King, you never go back.’”
WITH AN AD IN THE PAPER OH IM FUCKING SICK TO MY STOMACH
And considering how many times I’ve wanted to throttle you over the years, maybe there’s something to that.” “This is the best proposal,” Remi whispers. I sign a quick, ‘Zip it,’ his way.
I let out a heavy breath as Noah pulls a ring from his pocket. It’s metal, that much is clear. But it’s not a smooth band like I would have expected. Instead, it’s designed to look like rope. Like a twisting band of rope.
pulling him back to life 😭😭😭
“You have me, King. This is just a formality.” “Oh my God,” Remi groans. “That was the worst yes in history.”
“Yeah, Noah. It’s you for me. Since the moment you bit my lip, I’ve been yours. Maybe even before that. So yes, I’ll goddamn marry you. I’ll be your husband. And I’ll be so fucking proud to call you my own.”
And there’s my own vow, my hand pressing Noah’s palm to the front of my throat. Reins, freely given to the one person I trust never to lead me astray.
